Mage Joan

After listening to Thomas' explanation, Roger felt relieved, but Dick still had doubts.

"I don't know how many beasts are hidden in the woods. After we leave, if there are beasts like jackals running and smelling the **** smell, what can we do if we eat our loot, then we will be busy!"

"You don’t have to worry about this, as long as our prey still has a bit of fur and bones, the "secret mark" blessed on them will continue to glow. The referee will scan the whole island with the help of crystals, and all the "secret marks" will appear in the form of light spots. Come out, at a glance."

Thomas smiled and answered Dick's doubts.

"The referee will not deduct the hunting points we deserved because the prey was destroyed by the beasts passing by. Whatever it is, it will be no less than one point!"

After finishing the spoils, Joan and others continued on the road, following the traces of trampling by wild boars.

However, by the time they arrived, the rest of the wild boars had already been killed by the two hunting teams that had moved ahead.

The other person's eyes looked at them very unkindly, and they ridiculed them for a run.

Joan, Thomas and Dindal brothers left the bush with disappointment and continued to search along the beach.

When the hound found that the wind was blowing and barking, the four of them were also excited.

The results rushed up and looked at nothing more than small animals such as hares, guinea pigs, and beavers, which were shot and thrown to the hounds for lunch.

I wasted all this afternoon, and found nothing.

When night fell, the group of four had to suspend the hunting trip, lit a campfire on the beach, set up tents, and prepared to spend the night.

Everyone sat down to rest around the rising campfire and chewed the dry food, and they all felt depressed and did not have the interest of chatting.

Joan drank and looked up at the river.

The calm river reflected the moonlight, like a silver ribbon.

Through the night, it is clear that the river beach is dotted with orange-red bonfires, as if the stars are scattered on both sides of the Milky Way.

The hunters who rested around the campfire had a loud conversation, and laughter drifted into the ears as the night breeze floated above the river.

Joan listened with his ears, and it was not difficult to guess through the words in the wind that people were talking about the harvest of the first day of the hunting competition, and the various interesting things encountered on the journey.

If he hadn’t had too high expectations of his hunting results, Joan felt that his team’s gains today were also decent.

No matter how you say, three wild boars were hit. What's more important is that the companions and hounds were unscathed.

In fact, most of the participating teams are not much better than Joan. They participate in hunting in the spirit of entertainment, it is easy to get fun and satisfaction from it.

It's a pity, Joan, they are all young and vigorous guys after all. They took part in the competition to get the prizes. They didn't expect to be hit on the first day of the competition.

The gap between ideal and reality is too big. In addition to complaining of bad luck, the young men's more urgent idea is to try to change the status quo.

"Guys, today we are out of luck. We only hit three wild boars in total, and got a pitiful 3 points. It's a shame to say it!"

Thomas sighed bitterly.

"This is also impossible, we have tried our best."

Roger said heartily.

"In any case, this kind of hunting idea cannot be continued tomorrow!"

Dick raised his voice and looked firm.

"Following someone else's buttocks is doomed not to get good grades!"

"It's better to go further and go to areas where others dare not dabble in, instead of grabbing food with others, the gain is definitely much greater!"

"Brother Dick is right!"

Thomas slapped his thigh, his face shining brightly.

"Where is our advantage? Right here!"

He unfolded the map and showed it to everyone.

"The vast majority of hunting teams do not have such detailed maps. In order to avoid getting lost, they have to walk along the river beach."

"We have a map in hand, and we don't have to wander around the river bank. We might as well take the initiative to go hunting in the red area where wild boars are more frequent!"

The Dingdall brothers all supported Thomas' proposal, but Joan was still a little worried.

"To stay away from the river beach means to stay away from other hunting teams. In case there is any accident, there is no way to call for help. Not to mention the fierce wild boar, razor wild boar and even the prince of razors that no one dares to provoke in the depths of the jungle. This is really too risky."

"It's a bit risky, but how can you hit more prey without taking the risk? Are you willing to do nothing like today for the next five days? It would be better to give up the game early and return to the boat to bask in the sun!"

Thomas' rebuttal left Joan speechless.

Dick and Roger also believe that it is worth taking some risks in order to win medals, and as long as they do not deviate too far from the river bank, there should be no major problems.

Seeing all the three companions say this, Joanne couldn't sing a backsense anymore and had to agree to Thomas's proposal.

Everyone will leave the camp on the river bank tomorrow morning and try their luck in the nearest "red zone".

According to the signs on the map, most of the "red areas" have wild boar nests.

After the decision was made, everyone's mood changed from low to high. After discussing tomorrow's itinerary, they each got into the tent and rested, leaving the four humane hound vigils.

Joan took out the "Magic Alarm Stone" before falling asleep and placed it near the tent. After safety measures were taken, he got into the sleeping bag and closed his eyes safely.

After only two hours of sleep, Joan woke up and glanced out of the tent. The sky was still dark.

Judging from the position of the stars in the sky, the time is probably just past dawn.

The magic of the "vitro ring" makes Joan only need to sleep for two hours a day to recover energy.

He put on his clothes in the tent, sat down cross-legged, first prepared the spells that may be used today, and then used "spiritual meditation" to meditate, condensing his spiritual will into an invisible probe, exploring the first 2 The surface area of ​​the ring magic net.

After two hours of meditation, Joan felt refreshed and significantly improved his ability to control the magic of the 2nd ring.

Currently he only learns a 2-ring spell, which is "invisibility".

Today's three 2-ring spell slots are all used to prepare the energy of "invisibility", "mythic power" and "tears of God", and can also be temporarily converted into 2-ring spell slots when necessary.

In the event of an irresistible risk, Joanne can bless himself and all his companions with "stealth" and escape from the danger zone.

Thinking this way, Joanne was a little more optimistic and looking forward to today's hunting trip.

At this time, the sky was already white, and the morning light illuminated the camp through the mist floating on the river.

Thomas, Dick and Roger woke up one after another, and when they got out of the tent, Joan had re-energized the "campfire rosary" and boiled a pot of boiling water.

After washing, everyone ate around the fire and ate dry food. A large cup of hot black tea was poured into the stomach, and the whole body was warmed up.

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